Hey motherfucker you don't have to tell me I know that I am not like you I'm not like you You don't have a way I don't have a way You don't have a sign
Well, hey there, mister man What's that you say? Well, you don't like our style And you say that we're out of date With a little bit of Hellbilly country
back By the railroad tracks And wait for that lonely train I say hey man, Can't you hear what I'm trying to say? We're just some hillbilly jokers who
Well I've been high As the mountains Cruisin' down the road in my 65 And I've got a Hard-rockin' band, Baby that wants to kick it To the other side
I'm drunk again I'm drunk once again Feeling bad, all alone Since you left me on my own I'm drunk again I'm drunk again I'm drunk again I'm drunk again
wanna die Searching for a gal who wants to keep me alive Satan's in the backseat givin' me advice again Livin' a life of sin Well, the highways are rocking with our hillbilly
Well, I had a good friend He used to shoot a lot of speed He was wild and cranky and man He was always in the need But he always just had to do it But
You think that you're so tough Since you have your trust And I'm gone, gone, gone And I'm gone Pistol packin' motherfucker Pistol packin' motherfucker
Well I was driving by myself through Tennessee and I broke down on the side of the road, look at me Well I got a mohawk, and that's really sad that
